The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-03-31

Mr.. WcDO nodded MS heau, hcch'y
surveying her the while.
GAN well," he responded between the
swallows of coffee. "Elizr, she sent
her love. And Recd-no, Reed didn't
send no love. But he wanted to be
specially remembered, Reed did. He's
had dreadful good luck with the sweet
potato patches and tobacco crops this
year"
elias ha7" and Hilda blushed rosily.
She m ght have added something
more, but Mrs. Murray oiliciously inter
fcrcd.
"You mustn't be late for your appoint.
mcnt with Mr. Dulancy, daughter" said
she with glance at tho clock.
And she added, in explanatory fash
ion.
"IIilda rides out every day. Two
hours with, ahem!-a gentleman
friend"
"Ridcs out, does shc2" said Mr.. Webb.
81 guess likely it costs considerable to
keep horses in New York. Pm glad
you and Hilda's gotso much money to
spare"
"Tm told," said Mrs. Murray, COM
placently, 'that HiIda's horse Is one of
the handsomcst in the park. And of
course, young girl like her ought to
get plenty of exercise and fresh air."
Olce more Martin Webb's keen glance
clrcled around the room and settled on
Hilda's deeply suffuscd face.
She went out, with word of hurried
apology.
'Humph," was his comment.
eyes" nodded Mrs. Murray, with the
futtercd, flattercd expression of moth.
erly old hen who has just found an ex-
ira fine kernel of corn Cor her brood. "My
Hllda has got into some remarkably
good society. And entertain hopes
that she may marry we'll before great
while"
Mr. Webb took his lcavc-rathcr alb
ruptly, as Mrs. Murray thought-and the
old lady, after carefully putting away
the generous gifts from the old farm,
sat down to mend lace and to dream
again.
Reed Webb listened silently to his
fathers account of their relatives.
"Going out riding every day with a
grand New York gentleman!' said he.
dressed like a princess! Father, that
does not sound like our little Hilda."
"Can't help how it sounds" said Mar
tin. cts so. That's all l know"
'Then," said Reed, sadly, it's no
use my building that wing on the south
side OF the old housea 1t won't be need
cd now.
mot if you expect Hilda Murray tc
live in it."
'Iushw said Mrs. Webb, who was
washing up the supper dishes with true
houscwifely dcftncss and speed, making
each teaspoon shine like silver, each
plate glisten like ivory, in the friction oil
her homespun linen towel. There:
some one at the door. Go quick, hus-
band"
"Why," cried Martin, standing star
ing on the threshold, 'it's Hilda-it':
IIlda Murray"
'But can't stay minute" said
Hida, breathlessly. 'Tvc got to rcturr
by the sevcn-thirty train!"
"Hlda," said Reed, gravely, 'yor
must come in. 1t is not right nor seemly
that you should be out alone at TIL.
time of night"
II wanted Cousin Webb to know,
faltered Hilda. 81 couldn't bear tina
he should think so i'll of me as to fancy
that was indulglng in expensive pleas
urcs, whie-whilc my mother was 81
poor. Her sight is failing, you know
she IS almost blind. She fancies, tha
she is earning something by mcndins
lace, but she only spoils it. We should
starve if-if it wasn't for the money
earn by giving riding-!essons in Mr.
Du!any's equestrian school. Mothe
doesn't know. She would break he
heart if any one told her that I wen
daily to the ring, and trained little girl
and young ladies in horsewo manship
She never can forget, you know, tha
my poor father was college graduate
and once went to the Legislature. S
we let her believc-Mr Dulany and L
that am taking lessons, instead of Civ
ing them. She saw us once in the parl
with the class of young ladies, and sh
was so proud, poor little mother! Ant
Mr.. Du'any says am the best teache
he ever had; and-oh" with piteou
clasping of the hands-''is it yer,
wrong9 Is it2 almost fancied so, when
l saw Cousin Webb looking at me thi
morn;ng-acting lier'
81 dunno about that" said MI
Webb, iumbling around for his pocke
handkerchief; "but know you're tn
incest and best little gal ever saw!'
'Hilda," sal Mrs. Webb, pleadingly
"cannot you come back here to Wolf
Corncrsl know your ma was beset t
get 10 New York. She thought, poe
dear, that fortunes was to be made ther
hand over hand. But surely, now"
Hilda shook her head sorrowfully.
1--WE are too poor" she said; ''w
cannot afford the expense of movin:
! again. And there is no house to be ha
here now"
Mrs. Webb put her hand on her hu;
bands shoulder.
"Martin," said she hurriedly, ''if Hi
da really wants to get back by the seven
thirty train, you must hitch up the hors